"Ah!!!"
Inside the basketball hall, a sharp sound echoed.
Satsuki Momoi blushed and glared at Aomine.
"Dai-chan!"
Daiki Aomine touched his head, looking at Momoi with an embarrassed expression.
"You actually look at this kind of thing?"
Seijūrō Akashi's face was also a little strange, and Shintarō Midorima was blushing slightly, pushing his glasses up and turning his head away.
Only Atsushi Murasakibara squatted there like a curious child, turning the pages eagerly.
From time to time, he would ask questions like, "They wear so little, won't it be cold?"
"Atsushi-san, don't look, it will become weird."
Satsuki Momoi blushed and snatched the photo album again.
"Ah! You're not allowed to look at this kind of thing from now on. I'll put this away first."
"Satsuki…"
Aomine looked miserable, and before he could say anything, it was gone.
"I'm going to die, my heart hurts!"
"Hmph!"
Momoi didn't care about this big fool, turned her head, and left.
Taking away Aomine's favorite thing.
Aomine opened his mouth, and Aomine burst into tears.
"Satsuki, I'm suffocating, quick… Save me!"
Reo Byakuya watched Aomine's over-the-top performance speechlessly—he really was a strong person.
In other words, does he love giant Ru so much?
But this scene of life and death parting Momoi couldn't see.
Aomine looked at Reo with some resentment.
Reo shrugged, signaling he couldn't help.
Seeing Aomine's pitiful expression, Reo's heart couldn't help but feel amused.
Of course, he didn't laugh out loud.
"Senior Nijimura, I still have some things to do, so I'll go first. See you tomorrow, everyone."
Reo said goodbye to the captain, then to Akashi, Midorima, and the others.
"Reo, be careful."
Momoi waved softly, and Akashi and the others smiled and nodded.
Reo changed into his usual clothes and prepared to go home.
He thought that the prince of the grand Byakuya Group not having a nanny in this island country was a bit shabby.
However, he preferred independence.
Compared to having everything arranged in the Byakuya Group, it was more comfortable living alone.
Night fell.
Aomine ran to Satsuki Momoi again, trying to get Mai back for his Horikita.
But obviously, this was not going to work.
Still, Momoi had a frightened expression on her face.
"Dai-chan, let me tell you—the gymnasium where the third team trains still has the sound of basketball bouncing every day after practice. People say it's haunted."
"…"
Aomine was speechless. How could Momoi say that? Even Reo had mentioned it.
"Ehhh… No way."
Aomine's voice dragged out, showing his disbelief.
Momoi saw Aomine's skeptical look and was a little unhappy.
"Hey? It's true!"
Seeing how much Momoi cared, Aomine suddenly remembered why he came.
"Then, Momoi, if you return the photo album to me, I'll go check it out for you."
Aomine said teasingly.
"…"
"If you don't go, maybe the monsters inside will come to find you later."
Seeing his temptation wasn't strong enough, Aomine started to intimidate her.
He made a scary face.
"Dai-chan! Here you go."
Momoi reluctantly handed the photo album hidden among the many basketball club clothes to Aomine.
"Haha, my darling, it's back! I'll go first, Satsuki, wait for my good news."
Aomine looked happy, holding the photo album, a basketball spinning boringly in his other hand.
After leaving Momoi, Aomine looked unimpressed.
How could there be a ghost playing basketball? What a stupid idea.
"If that's the case, I want to challenge it to a one-on-one."
Aomine said to himself and headed to the basketball hall where the third team trained.
The lights inside were still on, and there was a rhythmic sound.
"Bang, bang, bang."
"Huh, looks like someone's playing here."
Aomine's expression showed insight.
He reached out and opened the door to the basketball hall.
"Yo~ anyone there?"
But a strange scene appeared.
The lights were on, but the rhythmic sound of basketball hitting the ground had stopped.
It was empty.
A cool breeze blew through, and Aomine felt a chill down his spine.
"Huh? Did I make a mistake? Is there really a ghost playing basketball?"
Thinking about the possibility, Aomine's body shook like a sieve, and fear distorted his face.
His heart tried to comfort him.
"No, someone must have just left practice."
"No, but there was sound before I opened the door."
Just then, a voice with no emotion came from behind.
"Excuse me…"
Aomine instantly froze, his soul nearly scared out, his mouth agape.
But he didn't dare to look back.
He crouched down like an ostrich.
His thoughts spiraled.
"No Amitabha Buddha, no Amitabha Buddha, private Marseille, don't dare next time, promise not to be late, won't sleep in class, evil spirits retreat…"
His voice was shaky, tears welled up from fear.
It was Kuroko practicing inside, looking at Aomine with an innocent face.
"Aomine-san?"
"Huh?"
Aomine heard his name and looked back, confused.
"You are?"
"Hello, my name is Tetsuya Kuroko."
"How do you know my name?"
"I'm from the third team, and I joined the basketball club with Aomine-san."
"What? Anyway, why haven't I seen you?"
Kuroko naturally explained.
Aomine found Kuroko's story interesting, leaning back and forth with a smile.
"So you're so non-existent that no one notices you? That's funny, hahaha…"
"… Aomine-san, stop laughing."
"Haha, sorry, sorry. That's right, Kuroko, so what they said about the basketball hall being haunted is just because you train here every day?"
"Yes, Aomine-san."
"Haha, I thought so—those idiots. How can there be ghosts playing basketball?"
Aomine thought of Momoi's worried expression and silently called her stupid.
"…"
Kuroko wondered why Aomine could laugh so easily at others.
He suspiciously asked, "Wasn't Aomine-san scared to tears just now?"
"Huh?"
Aomine looked seriously at Kuroko, slightly out of breath. His performance was humiliating.
But for face, he said with a forced smile, "I was just cooperating with you! How could a guy like me be scared?"
"Haha, that's right, Aomine-san is really understanding."
Kuroko looked touched.